Through the Darkness (Part 6) I looked for the only pistol I had and got ready to go out. Ironically, I had only one bullet left which put a little bit more of pressure to the already heart-pounding s

José Santacruz

Through the Darkness (Part 6) I looked for the only pistol I had and got ready to go out. Ironically, I had only one bullet left which put a little bit more of pressure to the already heart-pounding situation. I looked at myself in the mirror for five seconds before I finally went out. "Do it John" I said to myself whilst the sound of an evil thunder immortalized the command. Charles workplace wasn't far away from my apartment. It only took me ten minutes to arrive at my destination. In point of fact, there wasn’t much traffic because of the storm. I parked my car near a big synagogue. My yellow car was remarkably visible so that place-without much illumination-was perfect to remain unnoticed.The old synagogue looked quite creepy that night. I waited for Charles inside my car. I looked through the fogged up windows to the continuous rainfall. I had always loved watching how raindrops fell and died on the ground. My back still hurt. Stupid glass, stupid me. Anyways, I didn’t pay much attention to it. I was trying to think about my plan despite the fact that I didn’t have one. At that point, I wanted to give up. A fight was going on inside me. My old pistol felt cold in my hand, just like my soul inside me. Focus John Collins, it’s too late for you to be coward now. I looked at the rear-view mirror, I perceived the resentment hidden in my look. I could also notice the fear consuming the little that remained of my inner peace and how desperate I was. My eyes were dolefully red even though I wasn't crying. Perhaps my soul was crying. I could barely feel it. A few moments later I saw Charles brand new car passing just next to me. I knew it was he. I started to follow him trying not to approach him too much. I kept some distance until it started to rain heavier and I couldn’t see him anymore. It made me drive ever closer to him. I think he realized what was happening, he suddenly sped up attempting to escape from me. His house was far away from his workplace. We had to cross half the city until we arrive. So I had a lot of time to carry out the plan. In that moment, all I wanted to do was have a smoke to calm my nerves. Pitifully, I couldn’t. I just didn’t want him to call 911, I had to hurry up. We were about to enter the Lytle tunnel. It was the perfect moment. There was no traffic and it was raining hard. Charles was driving desperately fast. Since I was a good driver, it wasn’t difficult to chase him. TO BE CONTINUED.

Nov 26, 2014 3:16 AM

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Through the Darkness (Part 6)

I looked for the only pistol I had, and as I got ready to go out. Ironically, I had only one bullet left which put a little bit more of pressure to on the already heart-pounding situation. I looked at myself in the mirror for five (a few) seconds before I finally went out. "Do it John," I said to myself whilst the sound of an evil an evil-sounding clap of thunder immortalized the command.

Charles' (of Charles = Charles' ) workplace wasn't far away from my apartment. It only took me ten minutes to arrive at my destination. In point of fact, there wasn’t much traffic because of the storm. I parked my car near a big synagogue. My yellow car was remarkably visible so that place-without much illumination-was perfect to remain unnoticed. The old synagogue looked quite creepy that night. I waited for Charles inside my car. I looked through the fogged up windows to at the continuous rainfall. I have always loved watching how raindrops fell and died on the ground. My back still hurt. Stupid glass, stupid me. Anyways, I didn’t pay much attention to it.

I was trying to think about my plan despite the fact that I didn’t have one. At that point, I wanted to give up. A fight was going on inside me. My old pistol felt cold in my hand, just like my soul inside me. Focus, John Collins, it’s too late for you to be a coward now. I looked at the rear-view mirror, I perceived the resentment hidden in my look. I could also notice the fear consuming the little that remained of my inner peace and how desperate I was. My eyes were dolefully red even though I wasn't crying. Perhaps my soul was crying. I could barely feel it.

A few moments later I saw Charles' brand new car passing just next to me. I knew it was he. (This is gramatically correct, but in spoken English most people say "I knew it was him.") I started to follow him trying not to approach him too much. I kept some distance until it started to rain heavier (more heavily) and I couldn’t see him anymore. It made me drive ever closer to him. I think he realized what was happening; he suddenly sped up attempting to escape from me.

His house was far away from his workplace. We had to cross half the city until we arrived (o, got there). So I had a lot of time to carry out the plan. In that moment, all I wanted to do was have a smoke to calm my nerves. Pitifully, I couldn’t. I just didn’t want him to call 911, I had to hurry up. We were about to enter the Lytle tunnel. It was the perfect moment. There was no traffic and it was raining hard. Charles was driving desperately fast. Since I was a good driver, it wasn’t difficult to chase him.

TO BE CONTINUED.